The Darkness

THE DARKNESS

I grow weary of the light, my love.
I become tired of the sun's harsh light.
The torturous rays that pierce my very soul.
The luminescence that blinds my sensitive mind from the dark beauty of the abyss.
The beams that painfully stab through my pale flesh as knives through delicate draped lace.
The searing heat that turns my haunting pallor to a singed husk.
Will you walk the path of shadows, my love?
And walk the trail of the blackest night?
Paved with the remnants of the stars themselves?
You can be my Dark Prince, my love.
And I your Lady of the Night, draped in dusky gloom.
I'm so tired of the light, my love.
Let me absorb the darkness and shroud myself in the mysteries of the stars;
Where only you and i shall know the secrets that the shadows hide.
The jagged shadows of the day hold more lies than all the veiled truth of the night.
Won't you dance with me, my love,
The dance of time itself?
Feel the witching hour draw nigh and hold me in your dark embrace.
Sense the blackness flow around you as sands in an hour glass, never returning.
We are everything and nothing in this void.
Dance the steps of the Elders in this waltz of tenebrosity.
Feel it envelope us in this promenade of the Ages.
In this darkness hides the beauty forever cast in shadows.
We are one as before, and so shall we ever be.
By His Will, So Mote It Be.